#timo not here I cry-

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#timo not here I cry- #and nico 😭😭 #new jersey devils #jack hughes #erik haula #kevin bahl #john marino #luke hughes #dawson mercer #curtis lazar #tyler toffoli #nathan bastian #alexander holtz #nolan foote #chris tierney #colin miller

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Runaway Groom | N Hischier

summary: Nico’s getting married and he thinks he’s got the wrong bride.

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“He wants you there schatzi” Katya mumbled, sipping her coffee across from you.

You shook your head “Yes but she doesn’t… I’m ok just seeing the pictures after”

You watched her eyes drop and her mouth pull into a tight line “Y/N, we thought it would be you”

Your stomach sinks and you smile softly “Yeah… but it’s not and I’m ok with that. I want Nico to be happy”

His mom wanted to reply, tell you he’d be happy with you. That his smile isn’t as wide with her as it is with you.

But she didn’t. She just squeezed your hand.

Their wedding is all anyone was talking about the week before; the welcome drinks, the rehearsal dinner, the church, the party.

You were tired of hearing about them. They could go back to New Jersey now for your liking.

The night of the rehearsal dinner had you getting ready for the gym when your front door opened and you heard the familiar voice shouting

“Hallo?”

“Timo?” You yelled back, puzzled

“I’m here to pick you up!”

Your head pokes out of your bedroom “for what? Why are you wearing a suit?”

He looks puzzled “Nico and Rosie’s welcome dinner?”

You laughed “I’m not going to that”

“Why not?”

“Because i don’t want to? I’m sorry did everyone just forget that me and Nico are ex’s?”

Timo rolls his eyes, entering your bedroom and beginning to rake through your wardrobe, pulling out a dress.

You stumbled for a moment seeing it again, the dress you wore to Nico’s captain’s dinner. The team had thrown him a fancy dinner in the city to celebrate him becoming captain and you wore that red dress.

“Put this on, you’ve got five minutes” he informed, shoving the dress into your hands and walking out.

Before you walked out the house you looked at yourself in the mirror and huffed “It’s only two hours… two hours you got this!”

Nico’s family were elated to see you walk in the door, diverting their attention all to you.

You didn’t see him but Nico also diverted his attention to you, his grip on his soon to be wife’s hand slipping as he spotted you in that dress.

The last time he saw that dress it was on the floor of your bedroom.

Your eyes scanned the room, finally falling on him. You gave him a soft smile and he reciprocated until he noticed your hand placed firmly in Timo’s.

There was nothing there but he couldn’t help but feel his gut twist. He was getting married and thinking about you.

Throughout the night you were stopped by various teammates and their partners all expressing just how much they missed you.

“I always thought this would be you” Klara, Jonas’ wife comments and you can only give a tight smile

“Rosie is lovely, no?”

“She doesn’t know him like you… he’s not the same”

“Nico decided I wasn’t what he wanted” is all you could say before venturing off somewhere else.

You wanted to go home. You were tired of hearing about how it should be you.

That night when you arrived home, you checked your phone which you’d subsequently left on the nightstand after being rushed out the house.

Only one notification stood out. A text from Nico.

it meant a lot to see you tonight, take care of yourself schatzi.

Your thumb hovered over the text pad, considering a reply. You stared at the words so long you didn’t notice the tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“Fuck, Neeks” you cursed, throwing your phone onto the bed and gripping at your hair in frustration before you picked the phone back up again and dialled his number.

“Hel-“

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare call me names, I’m not yours anymore Nico! You remember? You broke up with me!” You sobbed, so angry and frustrated. You were overwhelmed.

“Schatzi… don’t cry”

“Nico” you mumbled, the exhausted tone of your voice evident on your words.

He sighs “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have text you… it was a lot to see you tonight”

You scrunched your eyes closed in an attempt to stop the tears falling.

“Will you be at the wedding tomorrow?” He mumbles, somewhat hopeful.

You paused, silent so much so he asked “Can you hear me?”

You nodded, not that he could see you “I can hear you Neeks”

“Neeks” you chuckled “It’s been so long since I heard that”

“I’m not coming, this is probably the last time we can ever speak again…”

Nico bit his lip on the other side of the phone, tears now in his waterline. The weight of this on his shoulders.

“I can’t lose you Y/N”

“You lost me the day you broke up with me… you don’t get the best of both worlds. Goodbye Nico, good luck at the wedding” you mumbled, pulling the phone away and hanging up.

You threw your head back and cried out a strangled cry “Fucking Hischier!”

The next morning you lay in bed, the longer you were in your bed the less you had to face the real world.

It wasn’t until twelve you rolled onto the side of your bed, where your phone was charging. Your notifications were crazy.

Multiple missed calls. Texts. Voicemails.

Before you could read them, Nina was calling you.

“Hello? Ni what’s going-“

“Where is Nico?!”

You frowned “at his wedding? Aren’t you-“

“He’s not here! They’re all panicking he’s just disappeared and we can’t find him” she cried out, you could hear other panicked voices in the background specifically Rosie’s

“I’ll call him” is all you said, hanging up and staring at your reflection in the black screen “Hischier… where are you?”

You had tried calling him with no answer, leaving multiple voicemails. You grabbed your keys to head out the door when you spotted him, sitting out on your porch.

You opened the door, making your way to the porch swing and sitting next to him. Nico didn’t speak, just looking out at the mountains.

Your head dropped to his shoulder “Neeks she’s waiting for you”

He sniffled “This was supposed to be us”

You nod, grabbing his hand in yours “But it’s not, it’s you and Rosie. Nico you gotta go back to her”

He finally looked at you, his eyes rimmed red “What if I don’t? What if I just stay here? Would you have me?”

You swallowed loudly “Nico, I love you so much and if you ever came to me before I’d say yes but you don’t want me you’re just confused”

He shook his head “I love you! I’m not confused… I want this, I want you! This, this house! This life!”

The house was bought by Nico, at your request your Switzerland home had to be in the countryside. He let you have it after the breakup.

The two of you were inches apart, tears streaming down both of your faces “Neeks…”

“Kiss me” he mumbled, holding the back of your head waiting for your move. You did. You leaned up to capture his lips in yours, his tongue slipped past your bottom lip into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss before pulling away and pecking his lips once more “Hell of a last kiss”

“No, not a last kiss” he says and you look sadly

“Nico, let’s go…”

“Where?”

“To your wedding”

He wanted to argue, tell you he was going to stay but you looked at him with an expression that told him he didn’t get a say.

At the church you stood outside the doors, just enough time to spare. He’d got changed at your house, trying to fix his red and splotchy face as much as you could.

Outside the church entrance you stood hand in hand, Nico staring at you sadly “I don’t want to lose you”

You shook your head softly, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him softly and mumble

“You’ll always be mine even if I’m not yours”

He couldn’t answer before his family came out, shouting at him where he was. You smiled softly and whispered something about leaving before you turned around and walked away.

He watched you walk back to the car, watching you walk away from him for the last time.

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲" | connor bedard ♔

summary: dating another first overall pic is certainly an adventure, especially when you play each other and no one knows

warnings: listening to christmas music too early, crying, jack + nico injuries, assumptions, protective jesper and timo, not proofread.

notes: this would've been out earlier but i lost my earbuds (i still cant find them :/) anyways, this is for my connor girlies and this was someone's request, i changed it a little but i hope it's still okay! ‘our/their girl) is used platonically!!

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Sitting on the bus, y/n looked at her phone, biting her fingernail. She was nervous, beyond nervous if you were to ask her. She wasn’t ready for anyone to find out, they had gone two years without anyone noticing and it could be revealed within seconds.

“You okay?” Luke sat down next to her, throwing his arm on the back of her seat. 

Y/n and Luke were the rookie two on the Devils, well, because they were both rookies. She was traded from the Canadiens not long after she was drafted, why? She would never know, but she couldn’t care now. 

“Nothing, why would something be wrong? Do I have a look on my face? Am I shaking?”

“No, but you’re talking fast and rambling.” Luke pointed out, his eyebrow-raising.

“Oh. I promise I’m fine.”

“Bull shit.” 

“Well, you know with Nico and Jack out, I’m just a little nervous about playing by myself.”

When y/n first started practicing with the team and even through her debut, she had always played with Jack or Nico. It wasn’t a conscious thing that Lindy had done but somehow she was always on the ice with one of them. Obviously, when Nico got injured, she had played with Jack but when he got hurt during the Blues game she was nervous. She hadn’t played without them since and the thought of that was terrifying.

What made it worse, is that she was playing her boyfriend, the 2023 first overall pick. What made that worse, was that no one knew they were dating. Everyone had been raving, the past two first-overall picks were both playing on the ice.

“You’ll be okay, promise.”

“Y/n/n! Luke!” 

The girl turned her head to see Dawson standing at the front of the bus and they realized they were all alone, “Time for practice you two.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to.” Luke dragged her off the bus, following behind Dawson. 

Her phone rang as she went into the bathroom and she answered it, “Hi?”

“Hey babe.”

“Oh, hi Con!”

“You guys here yet?” Y/n nodded her head, forgetting that her boyfriend couldn’t see her, “Hello?”

“Yes, sorry. Luke and I just got off the bus.”

“I heard something about the three of us filming a video or something, I don’t really know.”

The girl groaned, “Of course. Why can’t we-”

“Y/n/n hurry up!” Both she and Connor stopped talking at the voice, “Give me a second!” 

Whoever was behind the door, she couldn’t tell, walked away and y/n sat her phone down on speaker as she got changed, the two catching up. When she was done, the two said goodbye and she walked out, startled to see Luke standing there, “Oh!”

“So, who was that?” 

“Who was what?”

“The guy on your phone, dumbass.”

“Hey! Unnecessary roughness.” That had become an inside joke with her and the team. Whenever they were at practice and one of the guys accidentally shoved her a little too hard, she would always stop and call it ‘unnecessary roughness’. This happened both on and off the ice. 

“I’ll take your clothes, you go find your way to the ice.” Luke grabbed y/n’s clothes that she had changed out of to the clubhouse.

‘Find your way to the ice’ was an easy task, she had been in the United Center plenty of times. However, she purposely got lost in hopes of running into Connor, which was successful. She walked down the hallways, running into staff and other Hawks players who kindly waved at her. When she took a brief look at her phone, going to text the group chat that she was lost she ran into a chest.

“Connor!”

Connor looked down at the girl and smiled, “Hi.” She gave him a tight hug, some tears slipping out.

He pulled away, his smile turning into a frown. He placed his hands on her cheeks, wiping the stray tears, “What’s wrong, baby?”

She shook her head, “Nothing. I’m just so happy to see you. I haven’t seen you in months.” Connor wrapped his arms around his girlfriend once more, practically squeezing the life out of her, “It’s okay, I promise.”

They continued to hug for a few moments and when they finally pulled apart, y/n’s tears were still on her face. She went to dry her face off when a loud voice echoed down the hallway, “Hey!”

The two turned to see Jesper and Timo standing there, faces plastered with anger as they looked at their teammate/little sister with tears falling down her face. The two walked towards them and separated them, “Guys? You okay?”

Both their faces softened at y/n’s voice and looked down at her, “Shouldn’t we be asking you two that?”

“What do you mean?” Connor spoke up, his arms crossing over his chest. Now, the Devils and Hawks were not rivals. They had no affiliation with them and only played them twice a season, once at home and over in Chicago, so really the two shouldn’t have a reason to be mad at the two talking. If anything, they should be glad that their girl was making conversation with other NHL players besides themselves, especially one who was the same age as her, but Timo and Jesper’s faces tensed up at the 18-year-old’s voice, “I don’t know Bedard why don’t you tell us why our girl is crying? What did you say to her?”

Y/n went to defend her boyfriend but the two weren’t having it. Timo dragged the girl away from their teammate and Connor as she tried to get through to the two men. None of them listened once again and she couldn’t do much but give up. 

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Throughout practice, y/n took her frustration out on her teammates and the puck. The boys exchanged looks with each other as practice went on, having no explanation for why she was acting like this. Lindy was confused as well and as soon as y/n ‘accidentally’ shoved Jesper into the boards, which also didn’t bode well with her since Jesper was 5’10” and weighed 175 pounds. As she ran into him, she tripped over both his and her skates, causing her to go flying to the boards as well. 

She let out a yelp in pain as she landed on her arm. It wasn’t anything serious but the initial action of her landing on it caused a big enough ache through her arm for her to verbally react to it. 

Connor had been watching from the stadium seats and winced when he saw it happen. He went to run down when he remembered Jesper’s words.

‘If I ever see you near her again, I wouldn’t mind getting a suspension.’

Sure it was a little harsh y/n was his teammate, his little sister, of course, he was going to be protective and so was everyone else on the team. 

The whole team crowded around y/n, the trainer pushing their way through the hoard of hockey players to asses the girl’s injury. As soon as they went to touch her arm, she shoved them off, “I’m fine.”

The trainer nodded their head, “I understand that but I still need to-”

Y/n got up and through her gloves on the ground, “I said I’m fine!” She skated a little ways away and started moving her arm around, “See, I’m fine. I could punch someone if I fucking wanted to.” 

She continued her skate and got off the ice, heading for the locker room. She didn’t mean for her words to come out so harsh, nor did she mean to swear, but she was mad. Who were they to tell her who she could and couldn’t be around? They weren’t her keeper. 

Connor met her in front of the visiting clubhouse, “Are you okay?”

She nodded her head, having cooled off from her walk and it wasn’t him that she was mad at, “I’m gonna be so trash tomorrow.”

“Hey don’t say that, y/n/n. You’re going to be great!”

“But, Nico and Jack-”

“Nico and Jack have nothing to do with your performance. Sure they might enhance it, but you control how you play. Tomorrow you are going to kick ass, as much as I don’t want you to- not like that! I want you to do well it’s just that if you do well that means-”

Y/n cut him off with a kiss, “I know what you meant, Connie.”

Connor blushed and nodded his head. The two heard footsteps coming their way and immediately split up, heading back in their respective directions. 

✧༺✎༻∞

Throwing on her suit, y/n got ready to head to the UC. She slicked her hair back into a ponytail and put her heels on. She headed down to the lobby of the hotel and waited in the corner, away from anyone else. She hadn’t talked to anyone since yesterday’s practice and she wasn’t planning on talking to anyone until she absolutely had to. 

She sat at the back of the bus instead of sitting next to Luke like she always did. She put her headphones in and listened to her holiday music, she didn’t care what anyone else said, holiday music made her happy. She could hear the quiet conversations around her through her headphones even though she tried to drown them out. 

Placing her headphones back into her pocket and stood up ready to get off the bus. She was stopped as soon as she was about to get off the bus by Vitek, who handed her a cup of coffee. Vitek was one of the players that she could never be mad at, he was adorable and no one could be mad at him. 

“Thanks, V.” She gave him a grateful smile and he returned one right back, letting her get off the bus. She ignored the cameras flashing as she walked to the clubhouse, following whoever had gotten off the bus in front of her. 

The team all went through their pregame rituals, getting ready for the game. No one attempted to talk to y/n, mostly because she was always nervous before games and any slight conversation made her even more nervous. 

During pregame, as they were practicing, everyone could tell something was off. The Devils knew something was off, Lindy knew something was off, the Hawks knew something was off, and even the fans knew something was off. They chalked it up to just the absence of Nico and the recent absence of Jack, they had lost their two-star players without much time apart.

Y/n stood between Dawson and Nathan during the National Anthem, making eye contact with Connor since he was ironically directly across from her. They slowly got through warmups and soon it was time for the game to start. 

Having faith, and assuming that she had a complete reset and she was back to normal, Lindy sent her out for the beginning face-off. She wanted to protest but she knew she couldn’t. She skated toward center ice and faced her boyfriend. The two sighed before bending down into position. Let’s just say, it was not a good start for the Devils. 

It was almost two minutes into the game and Taylor Hall had scored already. Y/n wasn’t on the ice when it happened, having changed lines just beforehand. She sighed amongst the others on the benches and leaned over and whispered into, Toffoli’s ear, “Can you get a penalty for checking your own teammate?”

Toffoli laughed causing her to let one out as well. The bench looked at each with smiles on their faces, glad to see their girl smiling once again. 

Over halfway into the period and y/n had done jack-shit. No goals, no assists, no nothing. It was like she was invisible out there, well not really. She had gotten a few hits which was no big deal but normally, those wouldn’t have happened. She would have dodged them completely or softened the blow a little bit, but they just happened. 

When Dawson scored his first goal of the season she was on the ice with him. She skated fast and hugged him, so excited for him. That was the only other time she was happy during that period. Every other time she came off the ice she was so close to chucking her stick into a board or the bench itself, she was pissed off. She wanted to prove something to everyone and herself that she could do something without Nico or Jack, and right now, the only ones she was proving right were the ones who said she was trash from the start. 

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During the first intermission, the Devils walked back somewhat happy, they were leading 2-1, Dawson had his first goal and so did Max Willman. Lindy spoke briefly about the first period and kept making little jabs towards y/n. None that were hurtful but ones that tried to ignite a spark in her for the second. 

That didn’t happen at all. The second period was worse than the last if that was even possible. Everyone could tell she was frustrated. Connor noticed it the most when she was on the ice with him. Her whole body was more tense, her shot was weak and floppy, and her passing was not on point. 

The second intermission was when Lindy stormed into the clubhouse, “What was that, y/l/n?!” 

The team snapped their heads up at their coach, they hadn’t heard him so mad at y/n before. 

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Damn right, it won’t happen again. You’re playing like shit.”

“Jeez, I know I suck, but you don’t have to frame it that way.” Y/n’s eyes watered up. 

Lindy knew she could play better, he was determined to make it that way, “You have to man up. You think Hischier gets off all high and dry when he plays like you are? You think Hughes is going to sit on his ass after a game when he did nothing all game? No.”

She looked at the team, looking for some support but she knew she didn’t deserve it, “You have got to put your personal issues aside, this team is what matters now. I don’t care who’s hanging out with who, who’s kissing who, who’s fighting who, I don’t care. You all get your heads in the game and get out there and play some hockey.”

The team was speechless, “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, coach/sir.”

✧༺✎༻∞

Coming back for the third period, y/n was nervous, more nervous than before. Yet it seemed like Lindy’s speech worked. 

4:35 into the third period, y/n scored. John assisted and the team was elated for the girl. They patted her head and hugged her before she skated off to high-five the bench. And from the other side of the ice, even though his opponent just scored, Connor held a smile on his face, he was proud of his girl. 

Although, that wasn’t enough for y/n. If she was going to prove herself, she was going to prove herself. The team briefly faltered when Donato got his goal but right before the game ended, y/n got herself another goal, unassisted this time. 

Everyone was proud of her, especially Nico who was watching from home and Jack would be too when he was able to watch it, not knowing where he was at this moment. After the game everyone got changed back into their suits, doing some post-game interviews beforehand.

They wanted to celebrate but they weren’t going to go without y/n. They were going to go out for dinner but she declined nicely, saying she had other plans. The team looked confused as they stood outside talking with one another, but when someone all of a sudden came behind their teammate and picked her up and spun her around, the realization grew on their faces, Jesper and Timo becoming embarrassed.

They let the two have their moment for a little bit before someone cleared his throat, Luke. 

“Yes, Lukas?”

“Ooo, full name bud.”

Luke glared at everyone, “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your, friend?”

“I think they’re more than friends.” Dawson snickered with Nathan as they stood behind everyone else.

“Right, guys this is Connor, Connor this is the team.”

“You watch yourself, Bedard.”

“Okay, we’re leaving, bye everyone!”

The two ran off before anyone could say anything else. They got into Connor’s car and drove to their new favorite restaurant, Culver’s.

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Bonus:

“I don’t want to go.”

“I know, sweetheart, but think of it this way. The 22 I’m in Columbus, you’re in Detroit. I’ll drive there after the game and we can spend some of Thursday together before our games on Friday. And then about a month later we can visit for Christmas.”

“You’re gonna be so exhausted Connie.” 

“You’re worth it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Connor gave y/n a kiss on the forehead, before kissing her cheek and her nose. She leaned in to kiss him on his lips yet was interrupted by a loud voice, “Y/n! You’re gonna miss our flight!”

She rolled her eyes, “How do they always manage to interrupt us?”

Connor shrugs and smiles, “Go on.”

“But would me missing the flight really be a bad thing?”

“Y/n!!”

“I’m coming, jeez!”

Connor kissed her and ushered her off, “Love you!”

“Love you too!”

#sunny lune writes #chicago blackhawks #nhl blackhawks #connor bedard #cb98 #connor bedard x reader

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Seasons’n’ Reasons | John Marino

summary: it’s tough hiding your relationship, especially when your his captains sister.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, drinking, allusions to sex.

word count. 2.61k

authors note: angst week is back up and running with the imagine I don’t think Faithlynn was looking forward to the at all. First time writing for John here, kind of liked how this piece is different to my usual ones but nonetheless we put up with it. On top of this I am proud that I got this out before I crashed and went to bed 🫶. This is apart of angst week so if you want to check out the rest of angst week you can do so here!

John was almost your perfect boyfriend.

Your relationship was great, full of love as the spark burnt like a fire beneath you both.

At the beginning you enjoyed how quiet it was, with Nico being your older brother it was all kept under wraps.

Nico was over the moon when you moved to New York during the playoffs after you graduated from university in Switzerland.

Within two days of you moving to the states you met all of his teammates. Whilst Jack had been flirting with you every chance that he got a very different player caught your eye instead.

Miles was sat going on about something to John whose eyes didn’t leave your. He watched as you laughed getting caught in a drinking game with Timo as you chugged your beer quicker than he did.

You smiled when your eyes locked with his “I’m gonna go get a new one.” Was what your mouth said but your eyes were telling John to join you “I think John needs one too.” Miles tapped the younger boys shoulder ushering him to follow you.

Nico felt his heart warm as he watched you grab his teammates hand before you two got lost in the crowd.

That evening you ended up back in John’s apartment “John please,” you begged feeling his lips kiss up your neck “you like that pretty girl?” The hockey player asked pushing your body up against his door.

A whimper left your lips “please J,” you cried as his hoisted your dress up around your waist “let’s move this to the bedroom?” John proposed wriggling his eyebrows.

You threw your arms around him as you nodded “what are you waiting for then Johnny?” You capturing his lips in a kiss.

Those nights continued on for weeks before the best five months of your life began. John had arrived at your apartment catching you by surprise “what are you doing here?” You asked pecking his lips as you gasped “these are beautiful.” You looked at him in awe as he held a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

John wrapped his arms around you “I missed you baby,” he cooed kissing your forehead as he shut the door behind him.

As the seasons changed and the New Jersey air grew cold it seemed that as the love you felt for John still remained high it yet a level of resentment grew in your heart towards the boy.

You were close to growing sick of the constant argument that making your relationship public brought “I don’t get what the problem is!” You groaned raking your fingers through your hair as you had been going on at the same things for an hour.

John sighed staring at his phone “Nico is gonna kill me.” The hockey player brought up what seemed to be his favourite point in this argument.

Sure the fact that your brother was his captain didn’t help your relationship but you two had been together for fourteen months “Jesus John he won’t care!” You complained wanting to cry as you grew frustrated.

It hurt how you only had the space to show off your relationship in the walls of your apartments “it’s not that simple.” The American groaned watching you go quiet.

This was the last thing you would have ever wanted to do “do you ever want to let them know?” Whilst you knew that John adored you like you were his world. But you had grown tired of watching girls flirt with your boyfriend. John struggled to let the girls down lightly as his cheeks usually turned red knowing you were watching the interactions from afar. Having to stop yourself from walking over and planting a kiss on his lips.

The air was tense as you two just stared at the FaceTime screen “just not right now.” John wanted nothing more than to be by your side as he hugged you.

But this wasn’t meant to be that moment for you two “I’m not sure that I can do this anymore.” You announced chewing at the inside of your cheek.

To John it felt like his world stopped spinning in that moment “what?” He croaked out furrowing his eyebrows “John I’m tired of hiding us.” You repeated your words as you realised you were crying when tears hit your phone screen.

He didn’t know what to think as his ears rang “I’ll see you around Hischier.” It felt like a low blow hearing him call you that. You hadn’t been referred to anything beyond baby in at least a year.

Out of frustration you threw your phone out of your hands and across your room hitting a picture frame that fell from your counter as your head dropped into you hands.

The sound of glass shattering made your head whip around to the direction of the noise “fuck!” You cried at the sight realising what had fallen.

It was a frame that John had given you apart of his gifts in honour of your one year anniversary. The Photo Booth pictures from the fair he took you to were in the frame with a bunch of confetti from a concert you dragged to to amongst over keepsakes that John had collected over the months.

A laugh left your lips as you looked like a kid in a candy store “don’t they have these in Switzerland?” John smiled watching you eat your candy floss that was bigger than your face “not like this.” You shook your head as your eyes took in all the bright and eye catching lights of the rides.

The hockey player slipped his hand into your back pocket “you want to go in there?” He asked pressing a kiss to your temple. You looked up to see the Photo Booth.

John pulled you in the direction of the booth quickly pushing both of you in there once he had paid “you don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this.” The hockey player mumbled cupping your face in his hands as he kissed your lips.

Before you could melt into the kiss the flash of the photo booth camera had you both laughing “oh my gosh!” Your cheeks turned pink wondering what that picture was going to turn out like.

The state of New Jersey had grown cold with the month of no contact with John. Nico knew that something was up with you as you continued to avoid the Prudential Centre “you know what I was thinking about?” Jack mumbled looking at his captain as they watching their older teammate walk out to the ice “this could be dangerous.” Nico smirked as his lips turned to a smile.

Jack scoffed as he rolled his eyes “I think John and y/n’s negative moods are connected.” The theory was something your brother couldn’t ignore as he urged his teammate to continue “like they were both happy for so long.” Nico knew about John’s mystery girl from out of state after the American once had to explain why he was late to practice after spending the night in New York.

Nico let the words sink in as he began to think about it “no, she would have told me.” The captain nodded to himself as he couldn’t help but think about it “maybe you should look into it.” Jack’s words left his teammate with more thoughts than the Swiss boy would have liked.

Unfortunately for Nico his time to plan how he questioned you was shorter than he would have preferred as his phone rang “Maus?” Your brothers thick Swiss accent made John stop dead in his tracks.

His once drained face highlighted by his dark circles now looked alive at the sheer concern in Nico’s voice “I’ll be there in a twenty.” The captain nodded quickly hanging up “you good bro?” Timo furrowed his eyebrows sensing his teammates alarm.

Nico sighed “apparently y/n got drunk in some bar and is now crying in German?” Your brother wanted to laugh at you but this wasn’t the time for it. John tensed at the thought of you not being a okay “you good dude?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows seeing how the older boy froze “yeah.” John nodded forcing a smile onto his lips.

Your friends had gotten you back to your apartment just in time for your brother’s arrival “I’ve got her from here.” Nico waved your friends off as he sighed hearing your soft sobs.

The captain crouched on in front of you “what’s wrong?” He sighed wiping a tear from your cheek “I miss John.” You choked out as you had seen rumours that he had found someone new and that caused you to fall into this dark little place you found in the corner of the bar.

Given what he had heard a mere three hours ago Nico had to say that he was more surprised at how Jack was right than you actually being with John “you love him?” The fact that you never told him told Nico that this was by far the most serious relationship you probably had been in “so much.” You nodded letting your snot soak your brothers shirt as your head rested on his shoulder.

It broke Nico’s heart thinking about how you much pain your heart must have been in “it hurts Neeks.” Your words made him brush his fingers through your hair “let it out maus,” he mumbled giving your body a squeeze as his hands wrapped around your back.

By the time Nico had gotten you tucked into bed as you seemed to calm down, it was only unfortunate that your brothers anger towards his teammate didn’t decrease over time. In fact as Nico sat by your side watching as your chest peacefully rose and fell with each breath you made it only made him wonder why his own teammate couldn’t have hurt you in the ways that John had. Of course Nico was entirely unaware of the fact that you were the only to end thing because that’s not something that gets brought up in the middle of crying over an ex.

Whilst Nico knew you wouldn’t be impressed if you knew that he meddled but he also wanted to protect you, and to him the latter was more important.

Cap 🫡: I swear to god Marino you really did it now

John: you know I take it?

Cap 🫡: I’ll talk to you about it when I’m back

Cap 🫡: just know that I want you there early next training session so you can complete extra laps.

Nico didn’t know what he wanted to do as he watched John skate onto the ice early Wednesday morning. His first choice would have been to punch his older teammate but with you now staying with your brother as he forced you to take the week off of work so that Nico could keep an eye on you. It meant that the idea of knocking the boys front teeth out was off the cards.

John was nervous as he looked up at the taller boy “look I-” the American tried to get his words out as his captain raised his hand signalling him to stop “did you love her?” Nico replayed the image of your upset state slurring about how much you missed the boy who was currently stood in front of him.

In truth Nico believed up until 48 hours ago that you hadn’t experienced the love that you watched on tv as a child where you would pause it and yell out for your older brother to come and watch it with you as you squealed seeing the male flirt with the girl. Of course Nico hadn’t seen what you relationship was like so he could never say that for certain you had been in that state of pure emotional bliss. But after last night Nico knew that you had experienced something your brother wished he could have saved you from forever. The kind of heartbreak that makes the world seem so dull that it is no longer worth loving the small things in. How the flowers bloom in spring and dance in summer. How the sound of waves crashing on the shore line never sounds the exact same as the previous time. But your personal favourite was how you could sit at a window when it rained watching the little raindrops race down the windowsill with some being lucky enough to find a partner on their way down as drops connected to become a bigger drop “I do.” John nodded sending your brother an apologetic smile.

Nico honestly thought he had heard the heavens gate open as he felt his shoulder grow lighter “I’m going to tell you this once.” Nico couldn’t take this win for long “you hurt her and I swear to god you will not be around long enough to tell the tale.” You were the youngest sibling of four, with or without Nico, John was still going to have to watch his back. The American nodded as he took a gulp “oh and you still have to do those lap!” Nico laughed as John groaned quickly going off as he listened to his captain.

Nico didn’t know how he convinced you to go to that game. Whilst he thought he was going to need all of the tubs of your favourite icecream that he had in his freezer, all it turned out to be was that Nico had to say he needed you there.

So you watched the game and smiled each time any of the boys did something well, especially John. You thought he looked good but you needed to see it from a better angle as the two tiers up weren’t doing it for you “little Nico!” Jack’s nickname for you always brought a smile to your face “still older than you.” You shot back pulling the boy into a hug.

Your conversation remained brief as Jack cut himself off once he locked eyes with John “I’ll let you two talk.” The Hughes boy was proud of himself as he had connected the dots before anyone else on the team did so.

John walked up to you with caution like was looking at someone he didn’t know. As he tried to study your face to find an indication for how he should act. You pushed yourself off of your spot as you were quick to shut the gap between you two, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

The boy took a mere second before he reciprocated the gesture letting his arms wrap around your waist as he took in the familiar scent of your vanilla perfume “I missed you doll.” John confessed letting his voice hang in what was barely a whisper.

Timo and Nico watched the event play out from afar as your head tilted up to face his “you okay with this?” Timo asked quickly seeing that feelings were still so obviously involved in this “I think so.” Nico smiled seeing the grin on your face return as the boy “if he hurts her I’ll help you get rid of him.” Timo’s offer made Nico laugh “let’s keep that one on standby.” The captain nodded enjoying the idea of having that one in his back pocket more so for whenever you pissed him off.

John had to have said something sweet as you nodded bringing your lips to his “we definitely don’t need to watch that.” Nico announced almost letting out a gag as both boys turned around to avoid the sight of you with your hands cupping their teammates cheeks.

#John Marino imagines #hockey imagine #nhl oneshot #hockey imagines #oneshots #imagines #amber thinks you should read this like rn #hockey blurb #amber writes fics

[ladylooch]

Omg it’s okay!!! My request was a smut with Nico and she has a breeding kink after playing with timo and Emma’s kid. And he sucks her tits a LOT. 🫠 and while they’re fucking he dirty talks about having a baby

-🌸 anon

A/N: Message me when you see what I did ☠️ Everyone say thank you 🌸 for smutty Nico and Lexi making our baby, Lucie.

Word Count: 2.0k

From this lil AU.

I am not sure how much longer I can take this. 

Our nephew, Lio, is in love with Nico today. He wants nothing to do with either of his parents. The result of Nico carting this baby everywhere is my fertile ovaries bouncing in my body. They ache for Nico until it spreads like consuming wildfire across my skin, burying deep into my bones. The only cure is getting railed.

I push out a heavy breath, catching Emma’s attention.

“You good? You seem like you’re anxious.”

“I- uh.. Yeah. Your brother with Lio is really cute.” Emma shields her eyes, looking to the pool where Nico and Timo supervise Lio’s swim time. He’s wearing little floaties and a floppy, fish bucket hat. Nico is holding him outwards, trolling him through the water as he laughs. 

“Yeah that is precious.” Emma whines. “If I didn’t remember labor so distinctly, I might pull the plug and beg for another.” She shrugs, going back to her magazine.

Pulling the birth control plug would be so easy for me right now. I just wouldn’t start my new pack. We could dive right into bed together and he could… My mind gets lost in the fantasy of him and I working together for something so special in our fancy hotel room. Nico has been talking about babies more and more the last few weeks. We have been spending so much time with Timo, Emma, and Lio. The endless baby snuggles and giggles have turned into a craving for us both. Our apartment feels too quiet. Our life has something missing. But babies are a big change. And neither of us has had the courage to spit it out loud yet.

Lio’s crying pulls me out of my daydream. The three boys walk towards us. The upset baby reaches out for his mom with big, crocodile tears, trying to wiggle from Nico’s grasp.

“Oh sweet boy. Come here. Are you tired?” Emma pulls her son into her chest, stroking at his cheek as she gets him ready to nurse. Timo tosses a thin blanket onto the two of them and sits beside Emma on her chaise.

“He’s really tired. He keeps getting water in his eyes from rubbing his fists into them.”

“Yeah, we should go back to the room for a bit.”

“Honestly, I could use a nap too. This kid tired me out being his chauffeur all day.” Nico tells us, yawning at the end.

“He loves you so much.” Emma smiles at her little brother. “You’re daddy material for sure.” Her distinct wink at me has my lips pursing with a giggle.

We all head towards the bank of elevators. Nico asks if I want to grab a drink at the bar, but I shake my head. I am also sleepy from laying in the sun doing absolutely nothing, and laying with him in bed sounds like pure perfection. He is relieved when I say no. Inside our room, I run to the bed, jumping under the covers as Nico puts our pool stuff to the side. I snuggle in deep on his pillow. He chuckles, pushing me over so he can climb in.

“I wanna share this with you.” It’s a California King and fairly feasible. He settles on the other side, turned my way so we can look at each other. I think about telling him my desires from the pool, but his black lashes are battling sleep and it’s not the time.

Nico wakes me up an hour later with a gentle squeeze of my butt. Then, his lips begin to pepper kisses along my cheeks. 

“Hey, Emma just called. They are ready to head back down. Do you want to go or stay here?”

“Let’s go.” I nod, stretching out. I feel recharged from my nap and ready for another margarita. 

Nico heads to the bathroom then comes out, double checking the pool bags.

“Oh, Lio’s hat is with us.” He picks it up, showing me the floppy bucket hat that was responsible for the ovary bouncing. “I can’t wait to buy our kids cute stuff like this. I mean, come on.” He chuckles, tossing it to me. I catch it, tracing an orange fish with googly eyes. My eyes go back to his as he ruffles around in the bags some more, checking the sunscreen supply. He does a double take when he sees the look in my eyes.

“Lex?”

“Neeks, I want you to get me pregnant. I want your baby in me like now.” The words fly out of my mouth suddenly. I clasp my hand over my mouth in shock. Then force myself to continue because the words touched air and I have an ache that will not let me breathe if he doesn’t soothe it. “I want our babies to grow up with Em and Timo’s kids. Let’s just have a whole parade of them together.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m so serious. Drop the bags and put a baby in me.” 

With no hesitation, Nico empties his hands. He rushes across the room to me, lifting me up into his arms as we aggressively grope at each other. Tongues lap at each other as Lio’s fish hat falls to the ground at our feet.

“Please. Please.” I beg him again. “Watching you with Lio. It’s… done something to me. My brain chemistry is fucked. I don’t know.”

“Damn, Lex.” He moans. “This is so hot.” He groans back as I rub against him, squeezing him over his swim suit. “Are you sure? I need you to be so sure.”

“I am, babe. Please.”

“God, say ‘please put a baby in me’.”

“Please.” I whine earnestly. “Put your baby in me. Wanna make you a daddy, Neeks.”

Nico grunts out in earnest, then puts me on the edge of the bed. He reaches for my bikini bottoms, pulling them off and tossing them behind him. They land on the corner of the TV. I laugh, then suck in a surprised gasp as Nico strokes a finger through my slick flesh.

“Soaked. Baby.” He moans. “Are you off the pill?”

“Um, well, I was supposed to start today but I haven’t taken it.” 

“So this is… no birth control at all?”

“Yeah.” 

“Fuck.” He moans, then pulls himself out of his blue swim trunks. He is rigid, veins protruding against the taut skin. His fingers stroke his hard length, oozing pre-cum out of his head. I untie the white cover up for him. He leans down, stroking himself still while sucking on my nipple through my bikini top. His fingers brush my clit, rubbing gracious circles while I press against his hand.

“Want you inside of me.” I moan, tangling my fingers through his locks as he sucks my other nipple. His mouth opens wider, sucking so much of my flesh into his mouth until his teeth tighten into a gentle bite. My ohmygod is lost in the air of the room, stifled out by the lack of oxygen in my lungs from Nico’s touch. I reach my hand down, encircling his throbbing cock with him and stroking in rhythm together. 

“Gonna cum on your stomach if we keep going.” He says, pulling away from my grasp to run his engorged head along my clit.

“We can’t have that. Need you to cum inside of me.”

“Lex, I did not think you had this in you.” He chuckles, poising at my entrance as he rests one hand on the bed by my head. 

“Look what made me into, Nico Hischier.”

“I’m so lucky.” He says against my lips as he beings to move inside of me. The intensity of his entrance is dulled by the sweetness of his lips on mine. He consumes my moans. “Gonna have the best mama for my baby.” I reach for the hem of his shirt, shoving it up his abdomen and trying to get it off his head. 

“Help.” I am desperate to touch his bare skin. He pauses inside of me, taking his shirt off and knocking his hat off too. I bite my lip as he comes down to kiss me again. His hand shoves my bikini top up my breasts to expose them. 

“I love your tits. I hope they get bigger.” 

“They will.” I moan. “And then you can’t have them.”

“Fuck. That’s gonna be tough.” He works himself deeper into me, watching my face for my head to do… that. It falls to the side as my face scrunches up in need. “Need your help to cum, sweets.”

“Don’t stop…” I whisper as my hand falls to my clit, rubbing in sync with his thrusting. “Nico.”

“I love you, baby. Come for me.”

His words make the ache explode into white hot heat in my core. My legs shake against his sides where he has my knees pressed back. His hands come up, shoving my thighs into my stomach as he fucks himself deep. I reach down, gripping his shaft and stroking forward as he releases cum inside of me. Nico squeeze my hand as we pull more out of him, bucking his hips with a wide open, gasping mouth. He exhales sharply, gently easing out, still dribbling a bit from his tip.

“I love you too.” I finally say, panting in unison with him as my hands grip both his forearms. His hands hold my hips in place as he works towards recover.

Nico crawls onto the bed with me, laying beside me as his right hand covers my belly. I hold his hand there, all three of them rising and falling with my fast breathing. We stare at the ceiling together. Nico’s thumb begins to trace over my skin. I feel emotional tears pinching at my eyes. Nico and I are trying. This is real. We are going to make a baby. Our baby.

“I want this with you so bad, Neeks. That wasn’t just talk.”

“I know. I do too.” He assures, rolling to his side and kissing my shoulder. I turn my face to him so he can kiss my lips. “We should do that a few more times.”

“Yeah. Like at least nine before we leave.” Nico grins.

“Let’s make it 12 for lucky 13 total.” I laugh as he strokes his fingers along my belly again. “I’m going to spoil you.” 

“You already do.”

“Get ready. It’s going to be even more.”

Nico’s phone begins to ring in the pool bag. He tucks himself back into his shorts, then goes to grab it.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Timo’s voice comes through the speaker. Nico makes eye contact with me and we share a silent laugh. 

“Sorry, we fell back asleep.”

“Hurry up, Lio is crabby because he wants Uncle Ni snuggles.” 

“Okay. Five minutes. We’ll be back at the pool.”

He clicks the end button, stuffing his phone into his swim trunks.  

“Uncle Ni gonna be Daddy Ni.” I grin, grabbing my swimsuit bottoms from the TV corner and sliding them on. Nico closes his eyes, shoulders drawn down while his hands go to cover his lap. “Did daddy get you?”

“Yeah.”

“Nico Hischier, my baby daddy.” I sing-song as I dance across the room to him. He pulls me into his arms as I go on my tip toes to kiss him. He helps me retie my bathing suit top on and close my cover up. His fingers splay out on my ribs as he looks down at me when we are done re-dressing together. 

“Today is another moment in my life I couldn’t imagine not having you a part of.” I soften, melting into his body at his sweet words. “No one else I want to do this with but you.”

Life with Nico is an unbelievable dream. Nobody wake me.

#what my world spins around au #nico hischier fic #nhl fan fiction #hockey writing #my writing #hockey fan fiction #writing request

[absolutelyhugh3s]

jersey giant | jh86

y’all i am so so sorry this took so long to get out!! i’ll try my best to start getting things out quicker and more often!!

but we’re back with the song blurbs!! i’ve recently been obsessed with jersey giant by elle king and for some reason it makes me think of the devils

pairing -> graves!sister!oc x jack hughes warnings -> mentions of blood, mentions of injury, slight cursing, mentions of death not my gif!!

word count -> 2.12k

7 months ago

since i was a little girl, I believed everything happens for a reason.

no matter how hard i search, there was no reason for this.

i remember that day like no other. i sat in the living room of my hoboken apartment, which i shared with my older brother, of course.

today my anxiety had been like no other. with ryan at hockey practice, i feared something happened to him. i texted him an upwards of 30 times, to be graced with a response of “dw cupcake i’m doing fine :)”

however, that did not calm my rambunctious mind. so i turned to my music. i’ve been writing music since i was in high school, not for the people, just for me. music was my escape, an outlet for me to express my emotions.

i don’t remember much from those few hours, the only thing i remember was my raw and bleeding fingertips after playing for so long.

it was about 3 o’clock when the front door opened. “i’m home cupcake!” ryan called, though it wasn’t his usual tone. it seemed gloomy and sad.

my brother seemed to drag himself into our shared living room, shoulders hunched, a solemn look on his face.

“how was practice?” i ask cheerfully, trying to lighten his mood. “i’m so sorry darcie” ryan croaks out, tears pooling in his eyes.

“for what ry? what’s the matter?” i ask, cupping his face and wiping the few tears that had fallen.

“they’re trading me.”

his words cut me like a freshly sharpened knife. he opens his mouth to speak once again and i brace for the impact.

“to pittsburgh”

the knife was twisted. for the past two years, i was blessed to call the garden state my home, and blessed to call the devils my family.

i was struggling with my schooling a lot a few years ago, trying to cope with the loss of my brother at home. so my parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to live with him.

so to new jersey he went, with me in toe.

i’ve made great friends while being here, johnny, dawson, nico, jesper, timo, they were all such great company.

but no one’s company could compare to that of the devils prodigy, jack hughes.

being very close in age, we became best friends immediately. we spent almost every day together except when he had morning skate or roadies.

jack was my person. at first i thought it was just platonically, but after a few months of our friendship, i developed feelings.

and after a hard loss, denying them a spot in the 2022 stanley cup playoffs, i discovered he reciprocated those same feelings.

so we started dating in secret. it wasn’t easy, but we made it work. and about 6 months in, we told our siblings. 

luke was accidentally first to know, after an awkward walk in that lacked clothes. quinn followed soon after, because jack felt guilty that the younger hughes knew but not the older hughes.

ryan was the last to know. it took a while for him to warm up to our relationship, but he eventually came around. plus, the boys became even closer than they already were. everything was perfect, until it wasn’t.

“so what does this mean” i ask, looking down at the dried blood on my fingers, my voice cracking as i try to conceal my true feelings.

“we have to leave jersey. and move to pittsburgh” he said, clearly just upset as i was. “trust me darcie i don’t want to leave” he sighs

“so don’t!” i exclaim jumping up from my place on the couch. ryan looks up at me with tears in his eyes. “darcie you know it’s not possible. if it was i wouldn’t be leaving”

“but ryan my whole life is here” i cry “my friends are here, my job is here, for fucks sake my boyfriend is here!” tears begin to stream down my face. “i cant just uproot my life because you got traded!” 

“darcie lynn graves you know we have no choice.” he says sternly. brushing his long hair out of his eyes. “better get packing” he says, looking around at the decor. “our flight leaves tomorrow night.” and with that, he walked through the apartment to his bedroom.

just as i’m about to pick up the phone and call jack, there’s a knock on the door. i look out the peephole to see non other than my boyfriend, with tear stained cheeks on the other side.

i immediately open the door to see jack still in his practice clothes. “nico was the first player to know. he told the rest of us and i came as soon as i could” his voice cracks.

i wrap my arms around his shoulders while his encircle my waist. “i don’t want you to leave me” he mumbles, placing his head in the crook of my neck. “i have no choice baby” i sigh “this is the absolute last thing i want to do”

“how long do i have?” he asks me, tears falling down his cheeks. “what?” i ask, caught off guard by the question. “until you have to leave. how long”

“my flight leaves tomorrow night” i brush the strands of his messy hair out of his face.

it looked as though that statement broke his heart. it’s scary, being young and in love, not knowing if this could possibly be the last time they ever meet face to face.

“then let’s make these next 24 hours, the best we possibly can” he says feigning confidence.

we did everything together for the next 24 hours, just as he had promised. we had the time of our lives. we went skating together, a late night 7/11 run, movies, the whole nines.

all knowing it could possibly be the last time.

then came the part i dreaded the most, leaving. ryan insisted on taking my ginormous suitcase, as jack and i walked through the airport hand in hand.

we stopped before we got to tsa. i bit my bottom lip, knowing this is what had to happen. knowing that i was leaving and he wasn’t coming with me.

jack turns to me with a sad smile on his face. “i’m gonna miss you so much baby” he says, trying to hold back tears as well.

“i’m gonna miss you too jacky” i said, my tears finally falling. he wipes them away, the sad smile remaining on his face. “i love you to the moon and saturn” he says cupping my face in his hands.

“i love you forever and always” i smile “no matter how far away i am” jack dips his head down placing a passionate and loving kiss on my lips. “dars let’s go!” ryan calls out.

“promise me you’ll call me if you need anything ok?” a big goofy smile appears on the brunette boys face. “only if you promise me the same” we laugh and share our last goodbyes as ryan and i headed towards tsa.

present time

i left jersey almost seven months ago now, but i miss jack like crazy. being without him has been really tough for me, and everyone can tell. however, i was able to spend a few weeks with him over the summer at his lake house. i met trevor, alex, cole, and ellen and jim officially, and i loved every second of it

believe it or not i’ve made some great friends in pittsburgh. if you told twelve year old me that i was friends with sidney crosby she would laugh at you and tell you you’re crazy.

“whatcha doing kid?” sid asks as he sits next to me on the couch. ryan had invited the guys and their partners to our house for a team get together. he says it’s to “celebrate the start of the new season” but i think it’s to get on their good sides.

i point to the large flat screen tv currently playing the devils game against the st. louis blues. “ohh i see” sidney chuckles “ditching the boys to watch the boyfriend”

i laugh “don’t get too pissy sid” “no no i see where i lie on your rankings of favorites” he jokes, taking a sip of his beer.

“jack hughes goes down and he’s hurt!” the broadcaster says. sid and i freeze.

“no no no”

“cmon kid get up”

“god jack get up!”

“cmon kid cmon!”

we begin to panic, yelling everything we can at the tv, as though it could be heard all the way in st. louis.

i try to hold back my tears, as i pick up my phone. as my shaky hands attempted to open my phone, jacks contact photo appears.

i look to the tv to see he’s already in the locker room. “hello?” i ask, voice shaky and palms sweaty. “hello is this darcie graves?” the man asks, clearly not jack.

“yes how can i help you?” i ask “im michael coyne, the head physical therapist for the new jersey devils. now, i’m not sure if your aware but jack sustained a significant injury to his shoulder tonight, and he keeps asking for you. and if possible we would fly you into jersey and we can meet you there. now he has informed us of your current situation, we will cover all fees needed, we just want to make sure he is ok.”

“absolutely, um- i- yeah i’ll- i’ll go” i stutter. “perfect. the flight leaves in an hour, is that alright?” he asks. “yeah that’s perfect” i sadly smile. 

“any questions?” he asks sincerely. “yes there is. can i talk to jack?” micheal almost cuts me off, “absolutely here he is now” 

“hello?” i hear my boyfriend hiss in pain. “hi jacky. i’m coming ok? they’re flying you home and i’ll meet you there. it takes to hours to get there babe, but i’ll make it to the airport in about an hour or so” i ramble.

“ok.” he hisses again “i never expected you to come back” he says. i can tell he’s frustrated by the situation, he hates being away from hockey.

“i’ll come back if you just call” i say sweetly “now i have to get packing and head down to the airport. i’ll call you as soon as i can alright?” i begin to throw my clothes into my suitcase.

“ok i love you”

“i love you more jack, i’ll be there soon.”

3.5 hours later

i landed in newark just before jack and the trainers did. although it was around 10 pm the city was still alive. so to take my mind off of the stress, i walked to the prudential center. once i arrived the trainers were already there and assessing jack.

as soon as i walked through the doors i was met by devils personnel, who ushered me into the training room. 

it was there that i saw jack sitting near a pt table with ice wrapped around his shoulder.

“you gave me the worst scare of my life” i said making my presence known to the older boy. “oh thank god your here” jack goes to get up “god fucking damn it” he hisses, sitting back in the chair.

i run to his side “can i get you anything? water, ice, a heating pad? i can order chipotle if you want? have you eaten? oh god your probably starving” i ramble.

“hey, i’m alright darcie. i’m not going anywhere” he says cupping my jaw with his healthy hand. “but what if you weren’t? something serious could have happened, you could’ve gotten a concussion, snapped your neck, jack rowden you could’ve died!”

he doesn’t respond, only chuckling under his breath at my rambling. “stop looking at me like that! it’s not funny! this is serious!” i giggle, trying my best to stay mad at him. i failed miserably.

“come sit” jack says, patting the seat next to him. as i sit down he places his good arm around my shoulders, carefully pulling me into his chest. “thank you for being here. it means a lot to me” jack says, placing a kiss on my temple.

“i’ll always be here for you baby” i smile up at him. he leans down and places a slow and sweet kiss on my lips. 

i plan to stay in newark for the next few weeks, since luke and jack have an extra room in their house. “are you gonna play doctor?” jack asks as i help him into the car. “i guess so yeah” i giggle.

“can you wear one of those sexy nurse costumes?”

“jack rowden hughes!”

#jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #new jersey devils

[timmymyluv]

cinnamon girl.

FAKE INSTA AU.

FC: rosé of blackpink

kpop idol fem!reader x timothée chalamet

hi lovies! i hope u guys are having a wonderful day I missed y'all and had a great time on vacay. had a bit of a writers block with soc med aus and felt they were getting repetitive esp with how often id upload sometimes so I hope you guys like this. pls cont messaging me and saying hi requests or not. I always love hearing from u all. 💗

yourusername

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dog mama

user12 ok jump scare thought that was a real baby

fan9 NO SAME I was horrified I was like when did she have time to be pregnant

lalalalisa_m kisses to hank pls 😘

yourusername 🥰 hank loves u back

tchalamet hank my best buddy

yourusername hank misses his papa

tchalamet and I miss my son and his mama

tchalzfans OMGG they're so cute love my pawrents and hank

hallebailey glad you liked the baby sling boo 💓

yourusername yes tysm he loves it and it's so comfy so he's always hanging around me now don't have to carry him as much

peta animal lovers 💗💗

petsmart love our pawrents. check ur dms for collab info?

bpfans osndkdkd yn getting all the brand endorsements even for her doggie hank

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we spotted timothee chalamet and y/n l/n in downtown la filming some super secret project. guesses on what it's about? both have been hush hush on what this is about and everyone on set is super tight lipped.

user7 it's clearly from a closed shoot so what are you doing there hello

timo5ever he looks so cute love u timo

ynclan yn has the best legs that go on foreverrr

user11 I heard they've been working with scott or abel I wonder which one now

user09 tru yn featured on a kid cudi song just recently so wouldn't be surprised if they kept collaborating

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literally could have not had the perfect casting for this dream project of mine. even more so to have two of my dearest friends feature on the music video for moth to a flame 🔥

music video out NOW

tagged swedishhousemafia, yourusername,tchalamet

swedishhousemafia 🖤❤️‍🔥

madelyncline been waiting for this one!

taylorswift ▶️▶️▶️🎶

evanmock can't stop watching such a good music video

user67 THE CINEMATOGRAPHY THE CHEMISTRY THE SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN TIMO AND YN

stephanebak killed it always guys!

ssavannahssmithh you never miss don't you god

kidcudi geniuses in the lab 🔥

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exploring NYC.

user18 reminds me of doyoungs billie cover in the same subway stop

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nctfans DOIE GOT NOTICED BY BILLIE?

user89 oh she's becoming a new yorker now cute

yourusername wouldn't want to wander around with anyone else even if you get us lost didn't you live here from birth? 🙄

tchalamet we took the scenic route so you can see more places only locals know

user65 excuses timo kskdd good thing he's whipped

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snippets.

tagged tchalamet

voguefrance 💗

user7 they're so cute oh my god I'm going to cry

yntimo5ever my parents

bellahadid missed you two lovebirds 🦋

yourusername meet you soon bells 🫂

ethanhawke have fun kiddos

tchalamet thanks man

officialrebeccaferguson 💗💗

yourusername miss you rebecca ❤️

#timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet scenarios #timothee chalamet #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet social media aus #timothee chalamet soc med aus #timothee chalamet fake insta #timothee #chalamet #timothee chalamet smau #timothee blurb #timothee chalamet fake instagram #timothee fluff #timothee smut #timothee icons #timothee chalamet one shot #celebrity imagines #celebrity fake insta #celebrity smut #celebrity fanfic #celebrity instagram au #celebs #timothee chalamet fanfic

[imperatorrrrr]

FMK: Siegs, Jesp, Timo

I will be judging your choice for murder very harshly.

sigh.

fuck - Timo. He’s the only age appropriate one here (for me!) as in he’s the oldest of this bunch, so it’s gonna be him. And I mean...it wouldn’t be a hardship...

marry - Siegybaby. A mans who can cook? A mans who has culture? A mans that is the coolest New Jersey Devil to ever New Jersey Devil. Yeah, easy. We can be a power couple of color. 

kill - Jesp. I’M GOING TO CRY. MY PRECIOUS PRECIOUS BLONDE SWEDE. MY FIRST DEVIL. I just. He’s too young for me. I simply cannot. Cruel. CRUEL. Jesp, honey, please know, even before there was Nico there was you. You hold such a special place in my heart. Obviously. 

are you happy now Eliot?! are you happy! You’ve made me kill my precious boy! 

#Ask #Question #Text #crent-trimm #BRATTER PLEASE FORGIVE ME #I'D MARRY YOU IN A HEARTBEAT

[ticiie]

week 3: (missed) late night calls

prompt from the off-season winter sport fandom challange

characters: Nico Hischier, Jonas Siegenthaler, Jack Hughes (mentioned), Dougie Hamilton (mentioned)

length: 795 words

author's note: once again had to adjust the prompt because it was giving me 💫nothing💫 also as much as i want switzerland to do well at the upcoming iihf worlds, i kinda don't want to see any of the devils there because i want them to win the cup even more? sue me. so here goes nothing

The silence which had settled in the bus was filled with a tension that was almost graspable. Most of the players were trying to distract themselves by listening to music or scrolling through their phones. Nico, who was sitting next to Jonas in the back of the bus, had his head rested against the window. His level of adrenaline was still low enough to make him drowse off every now and then and since traffic was making a fool of them at the moment anyway, he might as well use the time efficiently. Jonas, on the other hand, felt his heart beating in his throat already. Not to be dramatic but the amount of blood, sweat and yes, even tears, it had taken them all to get here tonight was far beyond anything he could’ve ever imagined. It would all come to an end tonight and Jonas was trying to not imagine what would happen if they lost in tonight’s final. There was no sense in worrying about the outcome, never had been, yet his brain was running on full speed, his chest felt tight all of a sudden, and why was it so hot in here, had somebody turned on the heating? Jonas was pulling at the collar of his button down. An unpleasant tingle started to rise from somewhere near his stomach into his limbs. Only when Nico placed his hand above Jonas’ which he had clenched around the handle that was fixed to the backrest of the seat in front of him, he felt the flurry easing off little by little.

“Breathe,” Nico said, his voice as calm as always. Jonas did as he was told. They locked eyes, their fingers intertwined, pulling each other back up to the surface. The panic passed almost as quickly as it came and Jonas’ heartbeat slowed down to a healthier rhythm again. Nico didn’t let go of his hand though, not even as he pulled out his phone and showed Jonas a picture that had just reached both their and also Timo’s and Akira’s phone. It was most of their other team, and they were all wearing red-and-white jerseys that said “Swiss devils” giving the camera thumbs up and bright smiles. Jack had captioned the picture “GO WOLF PACK” and Jonas smiled. “I guess he’s not angry at us anymore then?” he asked.

“He told me how he’d much rather get kicked out by us than having to watch Sweden winning yet another time.”

“So, no pressure at all,” Jonas mumbled and Nico laughed softly. He pulled Jonas’ hand towards him and placed a small kiss on the older one’s knuckles. “We’ll be okay.” It was more of a promise than anything else and Jonas wanted nothing more in the world than to believe it and especially the person rewarding it to him.

What happened then was the stuff that dreams were made of. Until this night, Nico had never seen their head-coach cry but when Patrick was handed the trophy, his face was covered in tears and the sight of it alone was enough for a sob to escape Nico's throat. It took them half an eternity to get from the ice to the mixed zone let alone back into the changing room. Nico was the last player to reach it. He had lost complete track of time. The mood was incomparable to what it had been like this afternoon, loud music, shouts, and laughter were filling the cabin, someone had organised beer and pizza and the trophy was still going its rounds from hand to hand. It was simply impossible to describe the pure joy that was soaring through Jonas’ body. And when Nico entered the changing room, exhausted but happy, his heart started doing the sort of flips he had gotten addicted to over the years.

By the time Jonas got to check his phone again, the clock on the display told him it was past 3am. His intoxicated brain didn’t progress this information at all, along with the fact that apparently, Jonas had missed two dozen calls and was left with nearly one hundred unread messages. The only one that mattered though was one from Hamilton that had arrived only a few minutes ago. It was a picture he obviously had taken from a TV-screen, frozen at the very moment when Jonas and Nico had reached each other after the final siren that had announced their victory. One could barely tell where Nico started and Jonas ended and all Hamilton had to say about it was a short “idiots in love. Congrats.” Jonas grinned into his phone like an utter goofball as he set the picture as his lock screen-wallpaper. The night was mild, a soft breeze was rushing through Jonas’ hair and he exhaled in relief.

#osws fandom challenge #osws #ice hockey #iihf worlds 2023 #rpf #fanfic #nico hischier #jonas siegenthaler #shoutout to wunderlichkind

[bitchinbarzal]

Shaking | T Meier

summary: you mock him for shaking before his speech, he makes you shake instead.

warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, use of cuss words

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“You look nervous” You comment, dropping a drink by Timo as he reads his speech for the millionth time.

He looks up at you “Huh?”

You point to his hand that is holding the paper “You’re shaking T, you nervous?” You tease lightly taking your seat.

He glares “This Is a big deal, quit making fun”

“This Is a big deal” You mimic him in a joking tone “T, Nico isn’t going to care if your speech is perfect you’ve been friends forever!”

He doesn’t reply, simply studying his notes once again and you poke his arm “Quit that shaking, you’ll give yourself away”

Timo only rolls his eyes at you and watches as you strut away to mingle with other guests, staring at your ass as you walk away.

"This is a one time thing."

Your voice is soft, barely even a whisper. There’s an uneasiness underlying in your tone.

“Yeah, ok” Timo scoffs, his voice telling you he doesn’t quite believe that’s true.

His hotel room is nicer than yours, clearly having paid for his own and not just handed a key as Nico had to you. The bed sheets are soft under your back as he lays you down.

“Is this ok?” Timo asks, his thumb is creating small circles on your inner thigh, a slight heat growing in your belly.

You nod, wordlessly.

His hand slowly inches up your thighs with his movement. Your breathing is erratic and you’re trying to hide it from him.

“Hey” Timo’s fingers grip your chin and tilt your head to look at him “We don’t have to do this if you don’t-“

“No!” You cry “T, i want to you just… you do things to me”

A shit eating grin plasters itself onto his face and he dips down to kiss your lips, the kiss lingers and he mumbles “Baby, you have no idea what you do to me”

Your hands lock around his neck, holding him in place to deepen the kiss. He eventually starts peppering the kisses from your lips, to your chin and down your neck.

Your hands trail down his body, unbuttoning his shirt as you go. When he sits up, shirt laying open you can’t help but ogle at his physique.

It’s evident that Timo takes good care of his body. You’ve always known he was attractive but now, in this moment he’s never looked better.

While you were drinking in his body, Timo was staring up at you completely enamoured by your beauty.

He’s known you for years, always been attracted to you and you have been completely unaware of the effect you have on him the whole time.

He can feel his cock tightening his trousers at the sight of you. Your head is dipped back and your lips parted as you moan when his lips wrap around your nipple.

He halts his actions unknowingly just to watch you in your vulnerable state.

“Timo?”

Your hands glide through his hair, pulling his head up to check on his state.

“Yeah baby I’m here… just looking at the view”

You clench your thighs at the deepness in his voice, the rasp in his words. You think you should be embarrassed at how desperate you are for him to touch you.

You’ve known him for years and he’s always been so flirty by nature, so smooth. He’s always had the ability to bring a woman to their knees just by smiling.

You’re one of them.

Timo’s hovering over you know, his hand is by your head, holding all of his weight against the pillow.

The way he’s looking down at you has heat spreading across your cheeks, biting your bottom lip.

You don’t even see his hand slip under your bridesmaid dress until his thumb is pressed against your clit. You jolt forward with a yelp and he laughs

“Warn a gal!” You cry and he smiles “That’s what you get when you don’t wear panties pretty girl”

A whimper escapes you as his thumb creates small circles, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His pointer finger runs up and down your folds too, feeling how wet you are for him

“Jesus, fuck!” You cry as he plunges two fingers into you and curls them upwards.

You reach up and grab hold of his bicep to stabilise yourself, grinding yourself onto his hand desperate for more pressure.

“That feel good?” He mutters and you silently nod and whimper out “Y-yes, god it’s so good!”

“That’s it baby, I love making you feel good” his tone is deep but assertive. He pushes his fingers in harder, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open with a choked moan.

Timo begins pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck and jaw. Your moans are music to his ears, the moans you’re desperately trying to suppress.

“No, baby let me hear you” he encourages “I want to hear what I do to you”

You take that as a go ahead, your back arching as you let out an unholy moan.

He smirks “That’s it baby, let them all hear how I make you feel”

Your eyebrows scrunch together feeling that familiar feeling in your belly “T, I’m gonna-“

He knows, he can tell by the way you’re squeezing him.

“I know baby, you’re doing so good”

You’re waiting for the release to come when he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering “Wha-“

His finger, still coated in your arousal lands on your lip “Shh baby, I’ll get there”

You nod silently, prompting his next move. You watch him move down your body before he settles between your legs.

You notice what he’s doing “Oh! No, you don’t have to-“

He cuts you off, a flat hand on your lower belly “No, No I want to”

You go onto tell him he doesn’t need to do this but you’re interrupted by him licking a fat stripe through your folds and suckling on your clit.

“Oh fuck, T!” You cry, hands gripping his hair “You’re so fucking good at that”

You feel the fire building in your lower belly, the tightness building with every pant and moan you let out.

His tongue laps at your heat like a pro, as if this is his job.

His mouth leaves you and you pant at the break he’s given you. You feel his hand trail up your throat and grip at your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“Look at me baby, watch me while I drink this all up… my beautiful girl”

my girl. you weren’t his girl. you were just his teammates sister.

Your thighs clench while he peppers kisses along your thighs, checking you were still watching as he made his way closer and closer to your heat.

Your eyes connect with his as he dives back in, his nose nudging against your clit, making your head drop back as you moan loudly.

“Nuh-uh babygirl…. Watch” he snaps, tilting your head back to his original position.

His fingers are leaving imprints on the outside of your thighs as he laps up your juices. The sight of him between your legs makes you weak in the knees.

When he finally comes up for air you take in his appearance; his chin in dripping in your arousal and his lips are swollen and parted while he pants.

You don’t get a word in before he dives back in, sucking at your sensitive bud while his fingers drive into you, curling up to reach that spongy but inside of you.

Your skin is hot and itchy as you approach your high, moaning out louder and louder with each thrust. Then the pleasure washes over your body as you reach your high, Timo’s hand working you through it.

He peppers kisses along your thigh and up your belly while he whispers “Such a good girl for me”

You’re still trying to catch your breath while Timo pulls off the shirt you’d opened earlier alongside his pants.

You stare at his body, biting your bottom lip while you drink him in.

“God, you’re so fucking hot” you mumble, pulling him down to kiss him, the kiss was sloppy and hot.

All while his hand moved down your body, pushing your legs apart.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. So fucking sexy” he mutters, kissing you softly.

Your hand finds its way to palming his cock, which is so painfully hard. You can tell by the way he hisses when you touch him.

Your fingers dance along his waistband and you plunge your hand in, working quickly. Your fingers wrap around him, thumb rubbing his slit to spread his pre cum.

“fuck” he mumbles, head thrown back “Babe I need to be inside of you”

You frown “but I want to show you just how much I-“

His kiss stops you and he chuckles “Plenty of time for that in the morning, for now I need to be inside of that pretty pussy you’ve got”

You nod breathlessly, working on removing his boxers and climbing up onto him.

He smirks “Taking the reins are you princess?”

You smile “Just want you to be able to see everything I’ve got to offer” and bring his hands up to grasp onto your boobs, your nipple rolling between his fingers.

You reach down, grabbing hold of his cock and running it through your folds, preparing you both before you settle down, bottoming out.

You let out a cry when Timo bucks his hips, hitting deep within you. It’s both pain and pleasure you feel as you adjust to his size. The stretch he’s created is good.

It takes a moment before you give him the nod and begin moving, back and forth on top of him, your hand settles on his chest to stabilise yourself.

Your nipples still sit firmly between his fingers, adding to your stimulation.

Timo lets you take the lead only a few more moments before he reaches round, holding your back and flipping you both over so he’s hovering over you.

He gives you a dark look before he gets right back into his movements, driving his cock hard into you, repeatedly.

You hook your legs up around his waist, trying to keep him as close to your body as possible. Your fingers land themselves on your clit, rubbing circles to add stimulation and drive you closer.

Timo leans down, capturing your lips in his and groaning into the kiss.

“So fucking perfect” he mumbles, staring contently into your eyes as he pushes up against the spongy spot inside of you again and again, earning a string of curses and a loud moan from you.

Your orgasm is almost within reach, you can feel the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

You can tell that Timo’s almost there too, his soft moans and whimpers telling you he’s right where you are.

You tilt his head to make him look at you

“Watch me, T. Look at what you do to me” you say as he drives into you, faster and harder than before.

His eyes watch your face as your orgasm washes over you, the moan you let out was something angelic.

You feel light, as if you’ve been set free. You can feel him spill inside of you, hot cum painting your insides white as you try to catch your breath.

You squeeze him, causing him to groan ever so slightly lurching forward. You take that as an opportunity to kiss him one last time.

You both stare at one another while he finishes before pulling out, the emptiness causing you to whimper and push your legs closed to keep the warmth you’d become so accustomed to throughout the night.

Timo flops down next to you, chest rising with every breath. You take a moment to compose yourself before you slip out of the bed and begin making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Timo sits up and watches you, amused as he watches your legs wobble as you walk

“Look who’s shaking now”

#timo meier imagine #timo meier x reader #nhl imagine

[russilton]

George defended Lewis again on sky sports germany (I think?) @britcedez on tumblr has the video, and that stupid bambi ofc just manages to praise Lewis left and right and side eye the journalist for daring asking him such offending questions lol. He also said Lewis is making him a better driver and person, I'm crying. George, you stupid little sap.

Fuck man, this interview

I’d point out this man manages to successfully beat Timo Glock multiple times while fielding questions about Lewis fucking perfectly. It’s like when you get someone drunk to get them to answer truthfully, if there was a single thought in George’s head that was negative about Lewis it might have slipped out. But no; this funky little boy returned every ball, while flipping EVERY question into praising Lewis and talking about how honoured he is to work with him.

I mean this surmounts the nico interview. Timo going “you have an edge on Lewis, what’s that like” and George immediately turning it round into “here’s how Lewis is better than me and I love it because it keeps me on my toes”

These are things I’ve echoed before and it’s nice to hear George return to, he likes to fight, and he loves that Lewis is teaching him to culture stamina for those longer harder fights. George has the inherent drive and leadership that makes him a WDC potential, but Lewis is giving him the skills that will make that reality.

I deeply love George also switching to forehand smacking the ball away when Timo says he “destroys” teammates, like he hopes it will distract him, then switches to just profusely adoring on the way Lewis pushes him.

#asks #anonymous #britcedes #4463 #gewis #george russell #George is abnormal about Lewis

[sc0tters]

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I can then see all the Swiss teammates trying to help cheer her up and keeping her mind off things and Luke away. But let Jack join in on the group

Jack and Jesper were honorary members of this group because Emilia brought baked goods for Isabel.

But because she was working it meant the boys were trying to get Isabel to stop crying “okay so I found you flowers because you’d think they were nice.” Nico announced as he revealed the big bouquet to his sister “and here is your ice cream.” Jonas knew how she loved mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Jesper and Jack were just panicking as they watched Isabel cry “c’mon you’re too good to cry!” Timo groaned as she snotted on his hoodie.

#luke x isabel #anons talk aus #the wild au thoughts

[footballerimaginess]

30 Day Writing Challenge

Here is my masterlist for the 30 day writing challenge, hope you enjoy it! Word Count: 8348 1. Makeup - Timo Werner  2. Washing your hair - Son Heung Min  3. I love you - Mason Mount 

4. I’m pregnant - Martin Odegaard 5. Pamper night - Aaron Ramsdale  6. Neymar - Holding hands  7. First time meeting - Granit Xhaka  8. Buying gifts - Joao Felix  9. Forehead kisses - Pablo Gavi  10. Car rides - Antoine Griezmann  11. McDonalds Run - Pierre Emile Hojbjerg  12. Cuddles - Ben Chilwell  13. Candle lit dinner - Christian Eriksen  14. Reading - Mats Hummels  15. Seeing you smile - John Stones  16. Movie - Kepa  17. Never want to be away from you - Frenkie De Jong  18. Staying at his - Emile Smith Rowe  19. FaceTime - Pablo Torre 20. Library Visits - Kylian Mbappe  21. Cry - Hector Bellerin  22. Saying i love you - Marcos Llorente  23. Enemies to lovers - Jesse Lingard  24. Room mates - Pedri  25. Coffee dates - Jan Oblak  26. Beach day - Bruno Guimares  27. Deep chats - Kai Havertz  28. Being proud - Jordan Henderson  29. Telling your family - Rodrigo De Paul  30. Proposal - Ruben Dias 

#masterlist #hayleysmasterlist

[ladylooch]

when did nico and lexi say i love you for the first time

I am going to be honest with you. I’m not good company tonight. I don’t think I should come out.

Nico is brushing his teeth when he sees the text from Lexi. His eyebrows furrow. He knows she just got off a shift at the hospital, but when he checked in with her during break, she seemed in good spirits. He spits into the sink, rinsing that and his toothbrush before popping it back into the holder. He grabs his phone, pressing her contact to call her.

“Hello?” She answers.

“Hi sweets.”

“Hey.” She sniffs, exhaling heavily. It is obvious she is crying.

“What’s going on?” Lexi begins to cry harder. 

“Um, I just don’t think I can come out. I would be a downer.”

“Okay?” He rubs the back of his neck. 

“But you should go!” She tries to perk up. “Have fun with the guys and get ready for the season. I’m sure you want to see Emma and Timo too.”

“Well, yeah but I want to make sure you’re okay. Can I come down?”

“No because you’ll come down here and you won’t leave.” She sighs. “I know you, Hischier.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You’re the captain of this team. And you put this event on.”

“So? I’m your boyfriend too. Those are equally important roles.” Lexi chuckles sadly.

“You’re so good, Neeks.” She whispers.

“Let me come down for a bit. Please.” He grabs his wallet, stuffing it into his back pocket. He clicks off the TV he had been watching and grabs a hat from the hook by the door. 

“Okay.” Lexi says quietly.

They click off the phone and in another two minutes, Nico is knocking on her door. Lexi opens the door with swollen eyes and a red nose. Nico frowns deeply, opening his arms for her as he steps in. She crashes into his chest. His strong arms gather her close. He kicks the door shut behind them as soft whimpers and cries sound from his beautiful girlfriend. Nico holds her quietly. He doesn’t ask what is wrong. He doesn’t try to fix it. He just holds her for every second of her breaking down into pieces. When she is ready, he will hear from her. 

Nico’s hands stroke her back, neck, and hair. He settles into a more comfortable stance with her weight, brushing his lips over her head. 

“He is going to die.” She blurts into his chest. 

“Hm?” He asks. 

“He is going to die.”

“Who, Sweets?”

“Eli.” Nico’s mouth drops open. Eli is the patient Lexi has been taken care of in the NICU since his birth. He had a heart defect that required him to receive extensive care. He is only three months old. Eli had been doing well, working his way towards a transplant, but things took a turn earlier this week. Nico didn’t realize it was this grim.

“They deemed him not a candidate for transplant. He won’t survive the procedure.”

“Baby…” Nico cries to her, eyes filling with tears at how devastated she is. “I’m so sorry.” He grabs her face, wiping his thumbs over her cheeks. “So sorry… Can they get a second opinion?”

“We did.. and a third and forth.” She hiccups. Nico doesn’t know what else to say. He just hold her tight, wanting to absorb her into his body so he can feel all of this pain for her. There is no way he is leaving her tonight. He can’t let her go. His teammates will understand.

“How much time?”

“They think weeks, maybe months if he keeps responding to the treatment we are doing. But eventually that will stop as he grows. His heart will give out. His parents already signed the do not resuscitate papers.” Nico’s chest cracks open and immediately sends a prayer up that Lexi is not on that shift. 

“Baby, let me take care of you.” Nico murmurs. Lexi cries harder.

“No, I don’t want to take you away from your teammates.”

“I am not leaving you.” He says firmly. “I don’t care if you kick me out, I will sit on the other side of this door so you aren’t alone.” Lexi has never had a man show up for her like this. The feeling is foreign, having someone to lean on. 

Nico brings Lexi into her room. He strips her scrubs off, then helps her get into her pajamas. She doesn’t want to take a shower tonight. Her skin is dry and she can’t have more hard, hot water on her skin. He gets her in comfy clothes, then finds his sweatshirt that she stole the other night, putting it over her head. He tucks her into the couch with the remote to pick something to watch, then goes into the kitchen to make her a cup of tea and pour her a glass of red wine. She needs both for different reasons. He double checks she has sleepy time tea for later too. He knows she is going to need it. 

“Nico?” Lexi whispers after they are settled into their spots on the couch.

“Hm?” He asks.

“I have been feeling something for a long time, but I’ve been nervous to say it. I’m scared of how quickly this has all happened with us but Eli is teaching me how short our life is. I’m not going to spend any more time resisting-“

“I love you.” He cuts her off. “I want to say it first. I wanted to say it last week but it didn’t feel right when we were having sex. I didn’t want you to think it was-“

Lexi cuts Nico off with her mouth. She wiggles her way up, clutching his neck and the cloth of his sweater. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” She kisses along his nose and mouth. Nico’s arms wrap around her waist, squeezing her tight with him. She’s warm and soft and everything Nico has ever wanted in his life. 

“I love you too, baby.” He whispers against her mouth. Her bottom lip wedges between the seam of his lips and he sucks on it, then pulls away. 

A tingling begins at the back of Nico’s neck and his eyes close as Lexi runs her fingers through his long, thick locks. The tingling intensified until it starts to turn his cheeks slightly pink.

This isn’t the first time, but it’s another moment where he becomes intensely aware that he is holding his future wife. 

#what my world spins around au

[tar-thelien]

Looking For Light In The Darkness

Summary:

Elrond and Elros gets picked up by Maglor who´s on the bridge of falling into complete insanity, Maedhros is tired of everything but let Maglor do as he wants and Erestor watched from as safe of a distance as he can.

Chapter notes:

The third kinslaying happens, Maglor finds Elrond and Elros, Amrod dies, Maglor and Maedhors have a verbal fight.

words: 1300

AO3

Elrond looked up at the fire haired Valaruka as he trembled behind Elros.

Valaruka. That was what his Ada had called the beasts that had attacked his home, and since this tall fire demon had attacked his home too, it must be one of the Moringotto's fire demons as well.

“Where are our brothers?” the beast sneered at them in his rumbling voice, showing off his long white fangs.

“Maitimo! Show some decencies, you´re scaring my children,” the black haired elf said. He was the one that had found them and dragged them with him from the cave Glossien had told them to hide in.

“They´re are waiting ahead of us. They said we should ride towards Amon Ereb and that they would meet us when the time comes.”

-o0o-

The sound of fighting could be heard down in the streets and the little boy could feel the panic suffocating him as they were rushed out a backdoor that led out to narrow stone stairs.

“We have to wait on Naneth!” his bother declared out way too loud, and the boy flinched sure that some of the monsters would have heard.

“She will meet us at the cave.”

“NO!” this time the brother yelled, and the boy began to cry.

“Shush!” Glossien hissed as she took the boy in her arms and grabbed his brother´s hand, “we have to find a safer place, your Naneth will come when this is over!”

After they had been shown under a small waterfall into the cave to hide a red haired elf showed up, proving Glossien right that someone had been following them, running after them with a gaping wound in his stomach yelling in the same langue that Ada had talked in sometimes.

The boy didn´t know what had happened just that suddenly Glossien had screamed and then everything turned quiet as a small stripe of red showed up in the water in the cave.

“Pityafinwe, Pityafinwe-”

The brother peered up at the sorrowful voice, engrossed by it he stood up and began walking towards it, showing the boy back as he grabbed for his brother.

As he appeared out of the cave, he could see a dark haired elf covered in red and eight pointed stars, holding the red haired elf, looking straight into the brother's eye. The brother had seen him before, he had been in their room right before a guard had distracted him and he had left so Glossien could take them away.

Glossien who now lay facing down in the red water.

The dark haired elf smiled holding out his hand, “come here child, I won´t hurt you.”

The brother didn´t move even as he felt like the words were pulling him forward, like hands grabbing him, forcing him away from the safety of his warm bed and his brother.

“Come child, I said I won´t hurt you.” the Ellon insisted, “what is your name child?”

The brother didn´t answer and the man laughed, “no name then? A father needs to know the name of his son does he not? Well, I guess children needs an Anessi, no? And have Earendil ever given you a name child?”

The brother shook his head, no Ada waited till they were of age, as were customs in his Naneth´s culture, but he did call them vinimo.

“Then I shall name you… Elros. Do you like that name, my son?”

-o0o-

After having found them Maglor wouldn´t stop talking about how Illuvatar had blessed him in this cursed moment with the sons he always had wanted and prayed dutifully for. Elros had bitten him.

“You´re crazy Makalaure, look at them they´re shaking with fright.”

“My sons are not afraid of me, but of you! With that snarl, you so proudly display everywhere, ´Timo!”

“Do you even know their names Laure!” Maedhros, the oldest and second cruelest son of Feanor growled.

“Of course I do! I´m their father!” Maglor the kinslayer, second son of Feanor yelled back and Elrond and Elros trembled under the blanket they had been given, in the tent Maglor had shown them into with an order to sleep, “I named them Elros and Elrond!”

“YOU NAMED THEM!? Kanafinwe, you can´t just name children, they already have names!”

“They answered to my names when I asked them if they were tired! Elros nodded.”

“Oh, he nodded, did he? Because he´s too frightened to defy you, and that´s the same reason he answered to your made up name, you fool!”

A few hours after being told to sleep Maglor had woken them up with a bloodless face and a wide smile showing the start of his fangs, “come children, it´s time to wake as we shall be leaving now. I have some food ready for us for when we are on the horse.”

His teeth were much sharper than Ada´s or Naneth´s. They looked more like Egalmoth´s.

Elros took Elronds hand as Maglor took them from the tent leading them over to two horses, with Maedhros waiting on them.

Elrond knew that if Maedhros opened his mouth he would see bigger and sharper teeth than Maglor´s. Teeth ready to eat children in the dark woods as the people at home had said he did to Naneth´s brothers.

It was still dark, and the only light came from the moon, stars, and blue eerie glowing lanterns, one on each horse and more moving around them with the many Feanorian soldiers.

“Here Nelya, you can take Elros and I´ll take Elrond,” Maglor said as he bent down to pick up a crying Elrond up under the arms, “you should watch out for your remaining hand. He bites.” he murmured as he jumped up on his horse after having placed Elrond there.

Maedhros growled something in the other langue as he went down to pick up a now kicking and screaming Elros.

“Let us go kinslayer!!” the child yelled furiously as he tried to kick the red haired elf's arms away from him as he was lifted up on the giant horse, “stop kicking, you´ll fall and get hurt.” Maedhros mumbled irritated as he tried setting the elfling in front of the saddle without making him fall, “NO! He said he wouldn´t hurt us! I knew he lied!! I knew it! You´ll kill us, I know it! The king will come and avenge us! He´ll kill you all and you´ll be sorry! Let me GO!” Elros kept on screaming, and with the continued screaming Elrond began crying out louder as if howling at the moon, hoping he would help them.

“We should leave them here for Ereinion to come and find them,” Maedhros mumbled under his breath as he made a last attempt to set Elros before following him up on the horse, holding him in place with his metal hand.

“You really think you still have the right to call him that?” Maglor exclaimed loudly, “Erestor, help your poor Ontarororno he´s living in the past, do you even think he has realized his two youngest brothers are dead!?”

“What are you talking about Makalaure? Where is the Ambarussa? Laure, where are my brothers?” Maedhros voice shook and Elros had turned stiff with fright at the Feanorian´s raised voice.

“You really didn´t know? I found Pityafinwe dead in a bed of water with an open stomach as if he were a slaughtered pig and his brother a hedgehog in the middle of the city.”

“... You said they would meet up with us later Laure…” Maedhros said quietly.

“Come Ontarororno give me the child, I´ll take him for you.” Erestor cut in.

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I like to think of Maglor as extremely manipulative and in the end he walks between feeling sorry for himself and trying to be a little bit of a better person and making everyone miserable, Maedhros still loves him and tries to ignore it when he can. I think Maglor is of thought that Elrond and Elros survived because Eru felt pity on him after having lost his two twin brothers, and therefore "gave" two other twins to him, he does come a bit more to his senses later but right now he´s just cut up in the insanity of the bloodshed. Maedhros doesn´t really know what´s happening and doesn't care, Maglor can keep the twins if that´ll make him better/happier. Erestor is 99% sure that Elrond and Elros are hostages, and Maglor only talks as he does to piss Maedhros off, which will ensure them that Gil-galad/Cirdan doesn't attack them. (or worse case, they can trade the twins for food and weapons)

Boy = Elrond Brother = Elros

Valaruka = Balrog Ada = Father: SindarinSindarin Moringotto = Morgoth/Melkor Maitimo = Maedhros: Quenya Naneth = Mom: Sindarin Gloss = Snow white: Sindarin Ien = Daughter of: Sindarin Pityafinwe = Amrod: Quenya Ellon = Elf man Anessi = father name Vinimo = Young, from Vinya meaning Young/New: Quenya El =Star: Sindarin Ros = Foam: Sindarin Rond = Dome: Sindarin Illuvatar = Eru: Quenya Illu = Universe: Quenya Atar = Father: Quenya Makalaure = Maglor: Quenya Ambarussa = Amrod, in this context both Amrod and Amras Ontaro = Father: Quenya Ororno = Brother: Quenya Ontarororno = Father´s Brother/Onkel: Quenya - Selfmade

Let me know what you think and if I should continue

#i guess im back at writing after a way too long writing block #tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #maedhros #maitimo #nelyafinwe #maglor #makalaure #kanafinwe #third kinslaying #erestor #kidnap fam #but can i really call it that this early #my fic #looking for light in the darkness

[awellboiledicicle]

Timos Mother, very solemn: You might not like your husband at first, and that’s alright! You’ll grow to like him eventually. And you should have a few months before he asks to sleep with you-- though he is a god, so it might be sooner. Just remember it’s your duty as his wife, and only has to last as long as he does. Then once it’s over, take a nice long bath and focus on your weaving.

Timo, nodding very gravely: Right Timo’s brain: don’t think about climbing him like a tree until after the wedding, don’t think about climbing him like a tree until after the wedding don’t think ab

Timo’s mother: Good, now-- lets try to find a suitable veil. My daughter, marrying a god! He’ll keep you comfortable and safe. But.. so very far away...

Timo: Mother, he’s.. he’s wonderful. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll be the happiest and most cared for woman in any realm.

Timo’s mother: Oh, by the gods i pray so. Now, before i cry, come-- we have to find something that will be well enough for a gathering of the gods. Oh, if only we hadn’t given the latest weaving to Aphrodite!

Timo: Mother, it shall be fine. Anything i’ve made won’t rival the garments of the gods, they won’t expect it to.

Timo’s mother: Still, what kind of mother would i be? Sending my daughter off to her husband’s house unprepared. Maybe this blue..

-

Nyx: It is important you respect your new wife, my child. She will likely be downhearted at giving up the surface, even if she loves you truly. You must give her the space to come to terms. Mortals expect a year of courting after the wedding, though she may not be able to mark time here for longer. Help her acclimate, but do not make yourself over-present. I will ensure she feels welcome, as a mother should. We do not separate the people here in the same way, but she may wish for separate chambers for a time. Do not take this against her.

Hypnos, nodding very seriously: Of course, mom-- er, mother. I’m sure glad i have your help. I’ll take every detail into consideration! I don’t really think adding a new set of chambers will be necessary, though-- you know how long i work these days or nights! She’ll have all the space she needs! Hypnos’ brain: don’t say you picked out a pillow just for her already, don’t say you imagined her hair splayed across it already don’t think about her curled up in your bed, focus focus focus fo--

Nyx, nodding: True enough. Come, let us see to preparing the feast for her arrival. Hera’s presence brings the others upon Olympus, and we must be ready to make a good impression. In truth, the only problem i forsee would be Zeus-- though i doubt he would soil his brother’s hospitality, or Hera’s well mood with trouble making. Regardless, we must plan the seating so as to keep you from interacting too much... I am proud to be planning this with you, my son. You have grown so much, as of late.

Hypnos: I-- Love you too, mother!

Nyx: [shakes her head slightly] There is also the matter of your clothes. Queen Persephone and I have woven you a garment... though you must treat it well. It would not do for your wife to come, only for you to have spilled something on yourself.

Hypnos: Ha! I guess not! Thank you so much! [pause] Really, though, mother. Thank you. I know you’re... Well, *I’m* still not like how Thanatos is, or Charon in terms of being.. on my own? I want you to know this means a lot. It’s a lot easier now, but i know i’m still learning. And with Timo, i’ll be learning even more! I just.. You’re going to love her, mother. I hope i do everything right, here.

Nyx, smiling softly: You shall be fine, my child.

#kicking my feet and wiggling #timo au